[Originally published on May 14, 2016]
Big downpour up the canyon fills these halls
in no time, flooding ten feet high in zones
like this, or more, then spilling waterfalls
from basin into basin as it hones
the red-rock, widening the canyon walls,
and carving picture windows in the stones.
But once September comes around I’m done.
A couple sunny weeks, an arid spell,
and in they pour, day-hikers, one by one.
They barge about, chase silence from a well
right here of yellow spirals touched with sun.
The shadow hardens, brittle as a shell.
But it’s a damn shame not to occupy
the wounds in peace, now that the season’s dry.
| Copyright © 2017 by Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena. He is the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |  |
One of Maestro Meub's least expansive subjects, but all the more sharply focused and memorable a sonnet in its incisive visual and visceral impact. I enjoy the wound of writing like this!
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